01 [PUBLIC]
Log the First of Arukarak, Forth Visit-
The Threepwood has been destroyed. While one hand holds the favor that, yes, I've no longer the constant responsibility of steering an entirely pink ship on Naminé's behalf, there is also the reminder that we've no ship at all, therefore no means to leave this horrid shack we've resigned ourselves to. I've thus far been researching all the locales for hints of an unprotected shipyard or a fairly gullible pirate, though I must remind myself that, with Naminé afoot and no means of hiding her inside The Threepwood's interior, I cannot allow myself to bring too much danger to our current front.
Perhaps if I were to employ the tricks of a gambler I could win the ship from under someone, if the temper of said loser is not harsh and swift. While a quick card to the throat could easily silence a man, I'd rather it not come to such an occurrence at all; I'd not appreciate the blood on my new suit, 'tis the hardest to remove from such fabric. A mere week ago, I had to replace that lovely undershirt of mine after damage from the bloodspray and it was not pleasant in the least.
Hueco Mundo.
I expect Naminé to return home soon from the shop, should nothing distract her. After she arrives, I plan to take her to get a new dress with the money that blind fellow had carelessly left in his open pocket this morning. With all her patience and good cheer, I believe she deserves something nice.
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The Threepwood has been destroyed. While one hand holds the favor that, yes, I've no longer the constant responsibility of steering an entirely pink ship on Naminé's behalf, there is also the reminder that we've no ship at all, therefore no means to leave this horrid shack we've resigned ourselves to. I've thus far been researching all the locales for hints of an unprotected shipyard or a fairly gullible pirate, though I must remind myself that, with Naminé afoot and no means of hiding her inside The Threepwood's interior, I cannot allow myself to bring too much danger to our current front.
Perhaps if I were to employ the tricks of a gambler I could win the ship from under someone, if the temper of said loser is not harsh and swift. While a quick card to the throat could easily silence a man, I'd rather it not come to such an occurrence at all; I'd not appreciate the blood on my new suit, 'tis the hardest to remove from such fabric. A mere week ago, I had to replace that lovely undershirt of mine after damage from the bloodspray and it was not pleasant in the least.
Hueco Mundo.
I expect Naminé to return home soon from the shop, should nothing distract her. After she arrives, I plan to take her to get a new dress with the money that blind fellow had carelessly left in his open pocket this morning. With all her patience and good cheer, I believe she deserves something nice.
-X